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Those who invoke history will certainly be heard by history. And they will have to accept its verdict.


Here is the little grin machine at five months.

The title today is something that Dag Hammarskjöld said to Nikita Khrushchev. Sometimes Henry reminds me of Khrushchev, particularly when he's holding a shoe. Thankfully, sometimes Ezra reminds me of Hammarskjöld, which brings a bit of balance back into the household.
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Diederick Wijmans said…
Hi, Kris!!
Yesterday I received - by surprise - the "Blogging Friends Forever" Award for my photography.
According to the rules I can now myself give this award to 5 other bloggers of my choice and I have chosen your blog as one of the five. This, because I like it very much and read your comments always with interest! )As I mentioned in one of your posts, you should be writing...!)
Please visit my blog and you will see your name among the 5 in question. Then it will be your turn to give the award yourself to 5 other bloggers of your choice, according to the rules you will find indicated there!
Have a look at it and then decide..!
Cheers also to your lovely family from Arona.
Diederick
22 October 2008 at 17:03
Dina said…
He grins with those bright eyes too!
Oi, I remember seeing the shoe incident. And as a college student I, like many other young people, read and loved Dag's _Markings._
Kris! Only YOU would think of linking Hammarskjold and Khrushchev to your bubs.

Mazal tov on receiving the award.
22 October 2008 at 17:17
Tash said…
he looks different in every photo - now there is a good subject for portraits
22 October 2008 at 17:39
tr3nta said…
Congratulations for your BFF award.

Got here via Blognote...
22 October 2008 at 19:59
Anonymous said…
Gorgeous all those photos of your two happy children.
22 October 2008 at 20:51
Kris McCracken said…
Blognote/Diederick, I consider it very much an honour to receive your nomination. There are just so many fantastic original photographs on your site it humbles me to receive an endorsement from someone with so much talent.

I promise that I will construct a post in response, and for those other kind people who have bestowed awards that I have been too rude to properly honour!

Dina, they often remind me of historical characters. Henry used to strike me as a reincarnation of Genghis Kahn, but he’s settled down somewhat since then!

Tash, they change daily at this age. It is a good thing we keep taking photos otherwise we’d forget!

Tr3nta, thank you!

April, I should post some pics of them crying... ;)
24 October 2008 at 09:07
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